A few months ago my sister called me with some bad news. She said that she…
I wrote I want to make art so beautiful it brings people to tears around this time last year and recently I have revisited it and wanted to write something similar, an upgraded version, if you will. So here it is, I want to make art so beautiful it brings people to tears 2.0:
I want to be successful. I want to write books. And Poetry. I want to help inspire people. I want to make art so beautiful it brings people to tears. I want to be a light in an all too often dark world. I want to talk about my experiences, not to say “look at what I’ve done” but to say “you are not alone and look what you can do too”.
I want to experience a love so deep and so pure. I want to dance together in a blissful state of being. I want to rest. I want to play. I want to feel the vast array of human emotion and know that it does not define me. I want to sing. Loudly and proudly and badly until my voice cracks and I am too tired to go on. I want to hand over my soul to someone with soft hands and a gentle heart. l want to kiss hard and desperately. I want to feel myself melt into someone until we are one big mess of saliva and tongues.
I want to sit under a tree in the shade with a book and a carton of cold lychee juice. I want to come home, lay down in my bed at the end of a day and feel excited for to wake up the next. I want adventure. I want laughter.
I want to look into your eyes from across a room full of people and smile at you before mouthing “I love you”. I want to be happy with being sad sometimes. I want to sit in the company of someone whilst I take off my mask, lay it down on the table and say “this is who I am”.